A Different Kind Of Speaking

Do you cry
when a dream dies?

Do you bury
that hope in your heart?

Do you mourn 
the end of that make-pretend
and hold it 
like a corpse 
in your arms?

Do you think of your slain
every now and again?

Do you pray 
for its life anew?

Do you often return
to its grave and yearn
for the joy that dream
once gave you?

Because I do.